The window pane danced,
To the gush of April showers,
The sound of daily clanking
Seemed a troubling partner for hours…
Still I relished those drops of dew,
A chambered life had made me appreciate a glassless view…
Air suddenly smashed my hair to face…
The chime viciously resounded in the space…
Warned and questioned by nature, I latched the pane..
Thus silencing the gush..
I eyed at the dark mirror again…
Lurking secrets wished an escape..
No more could societal lies serve as a drape…
But the ugly sinner in me wished for a place,
Where I am only heard , not judged…
Only advised, not smudged…
Where the deeper veiled chords of heart get to play..
Where I could gather courage to finally say..
Hours had passed in the mute introspect…
A combat between ‘act’ and ‘cowardly accept’..
Choices delay decisions,
But the Id knew it all..
A base brick had just displaced in the secret wall..
My footsteps found their way to the house of thee..
Only Church had a place for offenders like me..
With each step towards the confession room..
Fear and courage together fumed…
As I climbed the stairs,
Fists clenched, eyes shut…
A single thought of disclosure adhered,
I took a breather to finally say..
“I do not deserve a life after taking one,
Forgive me Father”
The confession thus reached pristine ears..
Fists let lose, moist eyes had blissful tears..
Yes, I am a weakling in the queue of all daring men,
And this indeed, is the last phrase from a 'not so mighty pen'.
